Chapter Six: Wish Fail

I literally zoomed to science. I wanted to warn Francisco about the strange book. Not only had it actually talked but it’d drawn a picture I didn’t see. Plus that impish giggle sent a nervous shiver up my back.

When I arrived, Francisco beamed and waved me over to sit by him. The test tubes were already in a tray—one per lab pair. I noticed Holly perched at the back with us, writing in her notebook.

Mrs. Tanaka used Holly as a teaching assistant since this class was way too easy for her.

“Okay…let me see…” Francisco waggled his eyebrows, grabbing Wish Book out of my bag. “What awesome thing did you do for me in this class, huh? Is Mrs. Tanaka going to make me her favorite student? Give me an automatic A for the lab? What?”

Quickly, I flipped the pages to my last wish. Blood flowed out of my head and arms. Wish Book drew me with some horrible smirk on my face and Francisco looked as if he was running up to the front of the class. And then…I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it didn’t matter. The words, “Dum dum and stoopid”, had arrows pointing at Francisco.

Oh my GOD!

“Class, as you can see, today is the day we get to do our organic lab. I want you all to make sure to…” Mrs. Tanaka stopped, cocking her head. “Is something wrong, Francisco?”

Instantly, Francisco bounced out of his seat and yelled, “Love potions!” His body convulsed like a huge demon had swooped into it, forcing him to twirl down the aisle as if he was a fanciful dancer.

The class giggled nervously.

He sashayed to the front of the class.

And then started doing jumping jacks, chanting like a preschooler:

“I love ice cream.

I love tea.

I love Athena,

And I hope

She loves me.”

Hot blood pulsed through my face. My neck heated up like it was 120 degrees as my body seemed to sail upward, trying to flee the class, but never moving.

What the HELL?

Laughter erupted along with tons of whistling and whooping. Some guys shouted, “Go for it, Romero!”

I sunk my head in my hands, but peeked through my fingers at Francisco.

Knees buckling and a face in full mortification, he apologized to Mrs. Tanaka.

Then he slunk back to his chair next to me, putting his face in his hands. I felt nauseated like I’d just punched an innocent person in the mouth even though I didn’t have anything to do with that wish.

I whispered, “I’m so sorry, Francisco. I tried to tell you I wasn’t the one who drew that. Wish Book did.”

Francisco didn’t move. He didn’t speak or look up or do anything to make me feel like he’d think about forgiving me.

At that moment, I was trying to process what Francisco just announced. Did he really love me or was that some assholery done by Wish Book? I was so freaking angry, I decided right then what to do next.

I was going to throw that evil book away.

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I got out of my last period a little early. I hated to do it, but I blamed my wheelchair and my locker sticking and a whole assortment of other lame excuses. My Careers teacher, Mr. Glover, was a pushover. I didn’t need half of them. He was too busy reading some blog on his Slablet while the rest of the class blabbed to one another to really notice or care about what I was saying.

He wrote me a pass and told me to be careful, never removing his eyes from the small screen.

Darting to Francisco’s locker, I waited as cockroaches seemed to crawl in my stomach. I prayed he’d listen to me and understand.

A few minutes after the last bell rang, I spied Francisco in the midst of milling kids, walking toward his locker.

Once he spotted me, he made a 180-degree turn.

“Oh no you don’t,” I muttered to myself.

I dodged people with my wheelchair trying not to lose him, but he was too smart for me. He dashed toward the back door of the school that people rarely took, knowing I wouldn’t be able to follow.

Steps.

Without a ramp in sight.

But I was determined, so I hit the bar on the door and rolled my wheels toward the edge of the concrete stairs, yelling, “Francisco! Wait! Let me explain!”

He shook his head. The look on his face made my throat tighten.

Out of desperation, I glanced everywhere, wishing for a ramp or a sidewalk or even a plank of wood. But there wasn’t anything except for a bunch of very steep and very scary steps.

My head swooned just thinking about what would happen if I attempted to topple down them. But I thought I’d threaten anyway. “I’m going to chase after you!”

Francisco bit his lip, squinting up at me. Then he fumbled for the keys to his motorcycle.

“I will!” I screamed, hoping he’d believe me. But he knew better. I’d freaked out around steps so many times or ranted about places not having ramps that I knew he’d bet I’d stay where I was.

Then Wish Book caught my eye.

I jerked my pointer finger at it.

“You owe me, Stupid. I don’t care if you can’t make things appear magically. You’re going to do my bidding right now.”

I grabbed a pen out of my pack. Quickly, I sketched me sliding down the steps toward Francisco, only they weren’t steps. I drew a ramp.

I waited a moment, hoping Wish Book would do its magic. Maybe a teacher would bring a board or a construction worker would help me. There were a hundred possibilities.

Minutes ticked.

Francisco put the key in and revved the engine. In a few minutes, he’d disappear. I had to speak to him. Now.

Not caring what happened to me, I decided to go down the steps anyway. I’d seen bike riders bob over steps, but you needed speed and balance. I was fairly gifted at balance and could do all sorts of tricks on my wheelchair, balancing on one wheel even.

Taking a deep breath, I backed up until the cold door handle stopped me, poking my back. Visualizing my wheelchair as a bicycle, I rotated my wheels as fast as I could. And wham!

The wheelchair soared through the air as if I’d taken off on a wheelie ramp.

My stomach felt like I’d just plummeted off the Tower of Doom as I flew over the steps. “Ahh!” I shrieked, gripping the rubber.

The wheelchair hit hard and bounced on the gravel, tossing the book out of my lap. The chair rolled a few feet then stopped. “I’m alive,” I whispered, heart hammering so hard it hurt.

Francisco hopped off his motorcycle. He scrambled to me. “Are you nuts? If you think that’s going to make me forgive you, you’re wrong. Now I’m pissed as hell at you!” He turned around and pulled at his hair. He pointed at me. “Don’t ever do that again!”

His order infuriated me. “Don’t tell me what to do, Francisco. I can do what I want. I’m not an invalid.”

“Well, don’t worry. I won’t be telling you what to do anymore because I won’t be talking to you.”

The way he was acting made my blood steam. He wasn’t even giving me a chance to explain. Obviously, the book had some sort of power, and we didn’t even understand how it worked. Why couldn’t he give me a chance?

“Fine. But you’re losing a good friend who really cares about you. I didn’t draw that wish. Wish Book did. You hear that?” I pointed at the idiotic golden book, glinting in the sun.

That was awesome. I wonder why the Wish Book wanted to embarrass Francisco. He’s such a sweetheart. Was it trying to make him not like her anymore? I think all it did was make them closer. But how long will it stay in the trash? I think either someone will find it and give it back to her or it will magically be at her house when they get there. Dun dun dunnnn….

The screenshots in this are amazing. I mean almost everyone has to be posed and the magical effects…how do you even do that? Well done!

Hmm, inanimate objects don’t typically have wills and opinions of their own… The book has been pretty nice–although unpredictable–up until now, so I wonder if a certain fairy is jealous of Athena and Francisco’s close relationship and wanted to make him look bad.

I’m glad Athena didn’t let Francisco just run away and cut her off. I loved that scene of her sparkle-flying over the steps! LOL. My mom would’ve loved being able to do that. And I’m glad Francisco finally seems to be giving her the benefit of the doubt–Athena doesn’t seem mean-spirited, so why would she do that?

Dark WitcHazard: You fool don’t you know anything magical objects hate rejection it makes them crazy! So keep doing it hehe then will get to some real chaos! 😈

Lover WitcHazard: Don’t worry Francisco once you completely embarrass yourself publicly in front of your crush the only way to go is up! Looks like someone got bit by the jealous bug I agree with Dark things are very about to get more interesting!

Shipper WitcHazard: Did you see the way they looked at each other eeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkk! I can’t stop myself I ship it so hard now to start making their shipping name I can’t eat I’m so excited!

This is gonna be like one of those horror movies where they keep trying to throw the creepy doll in the garbage can and then it magically re-appears in their house that night, isn’t it? 😛 Silly Athena. You can’t get rid of Wish Book that easily, I bet 😉

Poor Francisco… That had to be BEYOND mortifying. I’m glad he was so understanding… and that Athena was able to explain herself (and she’s right, if he can believe the book grants wishes, he should be able to believe it had the ability to make her draw too 😛

Man, that book is jealousssssss. Athena and Wish Book, sitting in a tree… (Okay, maybe only on his end. We clearly know Athena’s current thoughts toward him. ha!) I can already sense a love triangle in our future here 😉

Poor Francisco! How mortifying to be forced to prance around and declare your (unrequited) love! It’s hard enough just being a teenager. I’m glad Athena was able to convince him the drawing wasn’t her doing. She really feels strongly about Francisco to take the chance of injuring herself with her magically assisted dive off the top of the steps (which was really cool). That could’ve gone horribly wrong.

Wish Book may be jealous, but he’s going to have some explaining to do in the near future, I’d venture to guess. Athena is sure to give him a piece of her mind.